the beggar panicked
iris firmly planted in a sky that took the clouds for granted
he fearfully chanted
"what was I to do?"
his hands were all bloody
running from the sin he was covered in
now his soul was all muddy
the beggar panicked
iris firmly planted in a sky that took the clouds for granted
he fearfully chanted
"what was I to do?"
his hands were all bloody
running from the sin he was covered in
now his soul was all muddy